[Today I learned: Don't sleep in when main plot stuff is happening. o_o]
[Archer has been standing this whole time dumbstruck, just trying to process all the implications of all of these words being exchanged, trying to sort out when exactly his fellow knights were abducted, and silently berating himself - a HUMINT (Human Intelligence) specialist for his inability to notice. He also abysmally fails both saves against the Zone of Truth, and the Wynntimidation, which only serves to increase the scathing-ness of his present self-loathing - but Kyp's little speech snaps him out of it.]
Alright, Fuck this guy!
[Archer's impulse is to reach for his pistol (Which just so happens to have some Silver Bullets intended for Spike, that might unintentionally be hilariously effective against Dopplegangers - BUT the Wynntimidation is too strong, so he'll have to use his words. Thanks, Elena for the Foreshadowing.]
Look, jackass, I don't have the time - nor the crayons - to effectively explain this on a level your messed up little brain will comprehend - BUT Elena is exactly NOTHING like you. You creep around in other people's skin to get off on living their life? Why, daddy use the belt a bit too much? Well Boo-Fucking-Hoo. Elena's life is great; She's a knight, has good friends, she's got great tits, she has a superpower - which is just freakin amazing, ohand she's the most skilled demolitions expert I've ever met.
Meanwhile, you are a pathetic little sack of shit, with no friends, and I'm sure everyone talks about you behind your back. I'm not exactly sure what your disorder is - but I know it's difficult to pronounce. I wish I could tell you how little I think of you. I wish that would make an impact. I wish that it would make a difference. I wish that, but it won't. That's because you think even less of yourself than I do without even realizing it. You're nothing. Not just to me. To you.
[After regurgitating a greatest hits of things Archer has wanted to say to his mother, he spits on Kyp, and moves to stand over near Elena.]
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[Archer has been standing this whole time dumbstruck, just trying to process all the implications of all of these words being exchanged, trying to sort out when exactly his fellow knights were abducted, and silently berating himself - a HUMINT (Human Intelligence) specialist for his inability to notice. He also abysmally fails both saves against the Zone of Truth, and the Wynntimidation, which only serves to increase the scathing-ness of his present self-loathing - but Kyp's little speech snaps him out of it.]
Alright, Fuck this guy!
[Archer's impulse is to reach for his pistol (Which just so happens to have some Silver Bullets intended for Spike, that might unintentionally be hilariously effective against Dopplegangers - BUT the Wynntimidation is too strong, so he'll have to use his words. Thanks, Elena for the Foreshadowing.]
Look, jackass, I don't have the time - nor the crayons - to effectively explain this on a level your messed up little brain will comprehend - BUT Elena is exactly NOTHING like you. You creep around in other people's skin to get off on living their life? Why, daddy use the belt a bit too much? Well Boo-Fucking-Hoo. Elena's life is great; She's a knight, has good friends, she's got great tits, she has a superpower - which is just freakin amazing, oh and she's the most skilled demolitions expert I've ever met.
Meanwhile, you are a pathetic little sack of shit, with no friends, and I'm sure everyone talks about you behind your back. I'm not exactly sure what your disorder is - but I know it's difficult to pronounce. I wish I could tell you how little I think of you. I wish that would make an impact. I wish that it would make a difference. I wish that, but it won't. That's because you think even less of yourself than I do without even realizing it. You're nothing. Not just to me. To you.
[After regurgitating a greatest hits of things Archer has wanted to say to his mother, he spits on Kyp, and moves to stand over near Elena.]